Goodnight Mother Mellon and Papa Civic

In case anyone missed it I went to the game last night. It was a day on the lawn with my friends sitting int he rain and the cold cheering for my boys. The upper respiratory infection I’ve been dealing with for the last month didn’t stop me one bit.

The day started out at 4:45am for me getting up to go in to work for a few hours. Thankfully no disasters kept me at work longer than necessary. Then it was a stop at chipotle picking up food for myself and my friends who went up early to greet the guys after morning skate. Alas when I got there and was going to park the boys had already come out.

So it was down to the lawn to set up camp where we spent the afternoon laying on our blanket having to much nervous energy to nap or do anything other than talk about hockey and our team. It was nice to actually hang with my friends though one of whom has been my best friend since pre-school.

By 4:00p we were back up on the wall that over looks the players parking lot to greet and cheer for the guys as they came in. We cheer for everyone including the WBS black aces. Some Habs fans turn up to heckle the guys but they all take it good naturedly. HILARIOUS the guy doing the major heckling got snippy with everyone but Tanger whom he took a picture of walking in. It seems the Sexhair works on everyone. It was especially shiny and clean looking. :)

5:00pm all the guys have arrived and we’re back on the lawn. The clouds overhead are a bit omnious and the fog is rolling into the lower parts of the city but we’re still cool. 5:30pm not so much the rain starts so it time for ponchos and tarps. My friend seemed to thin that putting a tarp under the blanket and then one over the blanket would keep it dry. Obviously this didn’t work and everything got soaked. My lawn chair was soaked giving me a wet ass for the rest of the night but I’ve come to accept this is the natural state of things when it comes to playoffs on the lawn. You’re either getting a wet ass or a sunburn.

Around 6:30p the festivities start going and I get pissy about the number of Habs fans in attendance. Damn them for stealing my tickets. I tried and tried to get tickets but they bought chunks of seats. Anyways, the Pens people were throwing beand and hats into the crowd. By magic I managed to catch a hat. Really the thing nearly hit me in the face but I got it in my hand which to me constitutes a catch. So my new hat managed to keept the rain off my glasses for the first period as it continued to mist.

I don’t want to talk about the first period so I’m not going to. Save to say I called the officials a number of insults that would make Shakespeare and Shaft and the South Park guys proud.

First intermission we read last years Puck Huffers inspirational story that is full of LOLs aloud.

http://www.puckhuffers.com/2009/05/playoffs-have-ended-war-has-begun.html

Then there was feasting on doritos, funions and lorna doones. We’re classy girls with those snacks right?

The second brought with it lots of hope and things were looking up… then people started to exit the lawn and the arena. I got pissy and needed to be brought back to reality with the saving grace of a diet coke.

Then it was the second intermission with this years inspirational story from the PH ladies…

http://www.puckhuffers.com/2010/05/aftermath-mind-of-max-talbot.html

so with that bit of glorious inspiration we went into the third hopeful and with smiles.

I don’t want to talk about the stupid people leaving the arena and the lawn with 10 mins left in the day They are not worthy of air and I hope Mother Mellon cursed them on their way out. I’m pretty sure they aren’t worthy of air.

So it was back up to the wall to cheer for the guys as they came out. They all appreciated and most signed for people, even the obnoxious ones. Everyone but Max had shaved their beards with Brooks sporting a goatee.

I left the wall at 11:30pm giving Mother Mellon formerly known as Papa Civic for most of my life a hug. My hockey memories of the building are by far my best but I can’t deny that my first was Barbie Icecapades.

Here I am today with no voice feeling like the crypt keeper is knocking on my door but it was all worth it. The beauty of it is we may be done for now but in Aug/Sept. when training camp starts back up we’ll be back only the action will be taking place just across the street.

So what does this mean? Well it means I'll have to find other things to do with my life than watch hockey... oh that's right I could prep for going to AFRICA in less than 4 months!

thing n stuff n yeah...

1. I have booked my vacation to Scotland! I will be in Glasgow for 2 days and Edinburgh for 3 days. My goal is to see 4-6 shows at the Fringe and hit the Doctor Who exhibit in Glasgow. I'm strongly considering a haunted tour of the vaults in Edinburgh but I'm afraid I'll get to freaked out because I have no one to cling to! I'm going alone as in all by myself on this trip so getting the bejesus freaked out of me and then having to walk back to my hostel sounds like a bad idea. But then again it could be completely awesomely fun.

2. I feel really gross when I don't eat veggies. I've really only noticed since I've been working on improving my diet and I found that veggies make me feel better. Who knew?!? I've been at my parents house for the weekend and there really hasn't been a veggie in sight unless you count the pasta sauce we had last night. It's a big realization when I see exactly how I got to be the way I am based upon what a better diet looks like. Not total blame for my parents but you know they didn't help me much.

3. I feel really bad for Robert Pattinson. Really, really bad actually. I know he's all famous and rich and doesn't need people to feel bad for him. I know everyone says the 'celebrity' part of it comes with the profession but it's been a bit ridiculous lately and the poor guy needs so space. If I were him I'd have done something completely batshit crazy by now. Like cut a bitch.

4. there really isn't much for a 4. Maybe you should go watch Dorm Life because it's awesomely amazing and probly something you'll love.

BEDA:Seventeen

Quote of the night/week: "I hope no Doctors are coming her tonight with an attitude about my genitals."

How to react when a for serious crazy person (because what normal one would?) say this to you:

1. Do not laugh. It's tempting to see this as a joke when a large old man is saying this to you from an arm chair across the room completely out of the blue but do not laugh.

2. Promise no one is coming for his genitals. I would say this one is fairly obvious because if someone who happened to be a Doctor was coming it wouldn't be in the middle of the night and the only attitude they would have would be one of concern for his lack of showering and the over use of the big ol' bottle of lotion by his bed.

3. Go back to what you were doing and keep trying not to laugh. For me this was watching Bones. Thankfully it was a corpse so I was grossed out not amused by a social faux pau one of the eccentrically brainy characters had made.

And that friends is a lesson on how to field random questions from crazytown.


In more my real life related news I managed to sleep six and a half hours today! This sounds stupid but it's hard for me to sleep in the daytime so a solid block of sleep like this is a true triumph. I had dreams about Bones because that's what I'm watching at work this week. I also made shrimp friend rice today which sounds weird because I just got up but I was really hungry! No worries I'll have cereal at work for dinner to make up for the weird breakfast.

I really love the green goodness bathhouse smoothies not just because they're tasty and a good source of veggies/fruits for the days I don't eat a ton of that but because it grosses out everyone at work. They don't eat green things or anything that isn't meat or a carb. They had meatloaf last night and the one lady sat and picked out the onions and sun dried tomatoes that were in it. Mind you this is a staff person not a resident her quote 'she just doesn't eat those kinds of things' the nurse has been a bit critical of her diet because we really do set a food example for the residents. If we don't eat it a lot of the time they won't and then it'll be a row of turkey sandwiches for dinner instead of the really nice meat loaf.

Sorry all the food talk lately. I have a sad life that centers on work, sleep and food this week.

BEDA:Fifteen

I woke up with no voice this morning. Well I couldn't breathe much either both of which were annoying more than likely connected to my icky gross sickness.

Today I haven't done much other than hang out and watch Bones. I downloaded Caprica the pilot for the new BSG-verse show that's going to be on Sci-fi this fall... well they say it is but the life of scripted shows for tv is a complicated thing and it could be canned before then.

This blog has now been interrupted by dinner which is baby Brussels sprouts and chicken sausage. Good stuff people, good stuff.

I have a love/hate relationship with single serving packs of food. I'm stupid as to what a normal portion size is because I'm a.)American and b.) spaghetti with cheese with a meal to my family growing up. So anyways the portion of food is a bit confusing to me because pasta should be a side dish and I can't comprehend this with pasta or most other carbs. So single serving foods help me out a lot to keep meals balanced and such. What I hate about these single surving packed foods is the amount of packing involved. These single packs usually come in a huge box wrapped in their own plastic as well as plastic inside the box or in little plastic trays that you can't really recycle. So yes, my better relationship with food is contributiong to killing the enviornment.

So I work tonight which will be special because I don't care for the night shift. I'm taking my kleenex anti-viral in hopes of not passing my germs on.

Now I'm off to actually wat the rest of Tom Milsom's blogtv show.

BEDA:Ten

Last night we had our Seder at church. It was really fantastic and went a lot better this year including bringing in a full house from some of the other local churches. The symbolic meal worked great and everyone enjoyed the traditional real food. Seriously the lamb was amazing and so was the brisket and the chicken soup with matzoh balls.

So if you have no idea what I'm talking about here's a link that better explains the Christian Seder http://www.cresourcei.org/seder.html because I will fail at explaining it. Basically it's a traditional Passover Seder which takes the hidden unleavened bread and a fourth cup of wine that is the Eucharist.

In less religious news we're celebrating my Mom's birthday tonight so we're having chinese and an ice cream cake. which sounds amazingly good right now... and will no doubt be amazing later.